Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
The Litter,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.